Apiary

She’s a keeper of them beesTheir stingers, she don’t mindShe brings me to my kneesAnd treats me oh so kindShe’s the keeper of my heartGot her honey in my veinsMy baby is an apiary

She’s sweet as honey on the combWith skin smoother than the ice on the pond back homeOh, hand-in-hand, life ain’t so scaryMy baby is an apiary

The city girls are slickLike a pig that’s been greased upBut they don’t make my heart go tickThat’s not who I dream ofOh the city girls are sweetLike sugar that’s from the caneBut my baby is an apiary

She’s sweet as honey on the combWith skin smoother than the ice on the pond back homeOh, hand-in-hand, life ain’t so scaryMy baby is an apiary

Oh the country girls are fairWhen the moon is shining strongAnd there’s plenty for all to shareWhen the sun has run alongOh the country girls is neatBut their moonshine’s all the sameMy baby is an apiary

She’s sweet as honey on the combWith skin smoother than the ice on the pond back homeOh, hand-in-hand, life ain’t so scaryMy baby is an apiary